Listening to a quiet stillness, wandering throughout intellect,
looking at thoughts that have accumulated overnight.
Dreams lying in wait, having been spent while sleeping, now
lying still as each are remembered.
Figuring out what their meanings were subconsciously, some-
times amazed at the clarity and focus penetrated by intellect.
Finally, using what's learned and applying it when and where it's
necessary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem